In a blink of an eye, there were only four living people left, one of whom had fallen into a coma, and the other had his arms disabled, his eyes staring at Li Xuan with blood red eyes, almost all of his eyes squeezed out of his sockets.
"You have to die!"
Bai Yinming screamed wildly.
He paid too much, and he would definitely die regardless of whether he could kill Li Xuan or not. Before he died, he had to take Li Xuan's back. This was his only wish.
Amid the screams, his body kept spewing out a large amount of black blood, replenishing the blood. The speed of the storm was getting higher and higher, and the blade gradually couldn't resist it.
Finally, with a "click", the blade broke, the storm lost its block, and rushed towards Li Xuan with a roar.
A light flashed in Li Xuan's eyes and she pulled back.
"You can't escape!"
Bai Yinming laughed, "Huangquan is summoning you. Have you heard the howling ghost scream?"
"Is it a ghost screaming?
Let’s see if the ghost in Huangquan is more powerful or my soul is stronger.”
Li Xuan snorted coldly, and wiped his palm in front of him.
I heard a sound of ghosts crying and wolves. Thousands of ghosts hunted from the turbulent flow of time and space soared into a large banner with a thick yin energy, and smashed down onto the storm.
The wind blows the banner, the sky collapses and the earth is broken! The technique of using the life of the corpse coach is so powerful. If these thousands of souls are refined into the magic weapon Thousand Soul Banner, they may be able to fight.
Even though the soul is condensed, it is still a bit less hot and it is difficult to resist the storm's madness.
Zi Guzi could see clearly, knowing that these souls would be defeated, and a shiny light flashed in his empty eye sockets, so he planned to take advantage of the situation.
But what he never expected was that the two sides collided violently, and there was a loud noise that shook the earth. Not only did he not disintegrate, but he resisted the storm's pace of progress.
"How is that possible?"
Ziguzi was stunned.
The next moment, his face turned blue and purple.
After a large number of souls, Li Xuan grabbed the staff with his left hand, dragged a dark disk with his right hand, and kept muttering words.
A stream of huge soul power was sent into the soul with his whisper. With the support of Li Xuan's power, he could barely help the soul block Bai Yinming's life-threatening move! "What's wrong with this guy?
How many treasures are there?”
Ziguzi claims to have many magic weapons. In addition to the Thousand Soul Banner, the mourning stick in his hand is also a rare magic weapon in the world.
But compared with Li Xuan, his magic weapon is much inferior.
The embroidery needle as thin as cow's hair is the remains of the ancient god. Now the staff and disc seem to have extremely strange origins.
Zi Guzi couldn't help but feel dizzy. Could it be that this person's nickname is Duobao Taoist, otherwise how could there be so many treasures?
Li Xuan naturally didn't know that Ziguzi secretly gave him a nickname. His soul was huge and continuously sent into his soul. Soon the soul banner was aroused, and instead suppressed the storm and changed its shape.
It gradually tends to be divided.
Seeing that the storm was about to fall, Bai Yinming, who had always been extremely confident, was also a little stunned.
He didn't even want his life, but there was only such a result. How could this make the always proud corpse handsome man feel? "I don't believe it!"
Bai Yinming almost bit his teeth.
"This guy is obviously just a Nascent Soul cultivation level. If he didn't rely on these strange magic weapons, he would definitely not be my opponent!"
He was angry and hated, but he couldn't crush Li Xuan in one hand.
This was the first and last time he had a strong sense of powerlessness in his life.
However, zombies have always had an indomitable temperament, especially the corpse coach, which is even more impossible to admit defeat easily.
His arms have been destroyed and his life is passing by rapidly, but Bai Yinming still has a strong corpse body.
Although the body of the corpse was torn into pieces and black blood was flying, Bai Yinming's eyes were red and he recited a tragic spell.
"My body is like a lamp, immortal! Today, the oil is gone and the lamp is gone, so I have to use you as a burial!"
After the spell was chanted, Bai Yinming shouted softly, and his whole body suddenly tore open more wounds, and blood surged out like a fountain.
The blood spread around and gradually condensed into a hideous face.
This face is exactly the same as Bai Yinming, but it is a bit more terrifying and bloody.
Zi Guzi took a breath: "Blood Corpse!"
As soon as the blood corpse came out, Bai Yinming seemed to have consumed all his vitality. His body shook slightly, and with a "crack", it was broken into pieces and shattered into pieces! The handsome corpse, fighting with his life, fell here! Bai Yinming fell, he
The blood corpse left behind is still there.
A trace of sadness flashed in the blood corpse's eyes. When he looked at Li Xuan again, he seemed to see a little sheep.
Facing the devil condensed by Bai Yinming for his life, Li Xuan did not dare to underestimate him.
The blood corpse's figure flashed and suddenly disappeared.
Li Xuan felt a gust of fishy wind blowing at her face, her brows frowned slightly, and she shouted: "Get out!"
The embroidery needle came at lightning. Under the huge power of the divine weapon, a bloody shadow appeared in the void.
The blood corpse opened his mouth ferociously and bit the embroidery needle shrillly and helplessly.
The blood corpse is indeed extremely powerful and has an extremely fast speed. Even if Li Xuan is powerful, he can't see its movements clearly.
Unfortunately, everything was floating in front of the embroidery needle! With a "puff", the embroidery needle as thin as cow's hair fell from the sky and pierced through the eyes of the blood corpse.
Faced with the great power of the embroidery needle, the blood corpse could not avoid even with unparalleled speed.
Its blood-condensed body was easily torn apart by the needle, and the blood beads splashed out from all sides, instantly dissipating into a ball of dirty blood.
The blood was spilling all over the ground, and a strong fishy smell emitting from the air.
The last combat power left by Bai Yinming in the world disappeared. He paid the price of his life, but he didn't even hurt Li Xuan a hair.
Zi Guzi was no longer surprised. He was stunned by Li Xuan too many times and his nerves were already numb.
"Even the Blood Corpse is no match for him, his magic weapon is too powerful!"
Although it was a bit difficult to accept this fact, Zi Guzi knew that he had lost, and he lost very badly.
But he was a little dissatisfied and couldn't help but blurt out: "Who are you?
If you have the strength of this kind, you are definitely not an unknown person!”
“So what if you are famous, so what if you are not?
What determines life and death is not fame, but strength.
Famous reputation is like a cloud of clouds, and I only have the pleasure of revenge in my eyes!”
Li Xuan's eyes swept towards the corpse and corn, and there was an unconcealed murderous intent in it.
Ziguzi seemed to have grown aged several decades a time ago. He smiled bitterly and said, "It's a disaster to lose to you today, but if you want my life, you're still a little short of time."